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Log; In Progress

When; June 26th [backdated]
Rating; PG-13 is safe to estimate for now
Characters; Cirucci [

winged_hubris]
Summary; With the self-titled first Arrancar returning to the City with no memories, Cirucci's unforgiving nature leads their meeting to be likely must different than their previous.
Log;

Small feet set down outside of the City perimeter, Golondrina slung over her shoulder and the first release, large, golden wheel, swinging free behind her.

Arturo Plateado was back.

How cruel, City. And to come back memory free? Even more of an inconvenience for her. Now she'd have to work him all over again, and it wasn't going well at all. Well, it wasn't going well because, one, he didn't seem to come from the same time, and two, because she was too much of a bitter person to forgive him for leaving her.

She never did.

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This creature that defied him -- this Cirucci Thunderwitch -- dared to challenge him? The very idea was the epitome of foolish! The shinigami may have won this last battle, but he was no mere being. None had feared a power as they feared his, and she sneered at it!

Arturo Plateado would teach her silence.

In opposition to their once interactions -- details he knew not, from a life or form he was not -- he stepped from the shadows, dark energy crackling on occasion over the green bleedoff, the 'wings' that were the sign of his reiatsu in the heightened anticipation of battle.

Arturo could see her, see that which linked her to his form of power. He could see the Hollow, but freed from that state, but she was not at his level. Her words had been petty, bitterness tainting them, instead of the pride and confidence of one who had pulled this power from themselves.

"You have come to be defeated?" He snorted, an amusement as he crossed his arms. "A foolish motion to take, for one who seemed to know of me."

"I came to drive a few facts back in to your skull that you've forgotten." Cirucci crooned, painted fingers slipping down the light purple handle of her zanpakutou.

"It's not Cirucci's fault that you've gone and left behind a lot of important things." She snapped her wrist idly, starting to walk casually, the wheel spinning with a spark and squeal beside her.

"Allies~" Her hair tossed, one hand moved to remove a strand from the spiked crown on her forehead. "Enemies~" Her problem wasn't necessarily pride. It was that she had too much of it.

"Cirucci came to remind you."

"Allies? Hah! There are none in existence! You fool yourself to think I would require them." Arturo watched her, but it lacked a sense of caution or fear. His expression became blank, unreadable in his observation of her ritual, the routine she needed to start a battle she would not survive. "There is nothing to remember of a place I do not know."

"Oh, but there is." Her fingers twined around the thin wires of her weapons, turning to face him with a quirk of her lips.

"It offends me you've forgotten." Approaching him now, with that usual swagger in her hips and the usual confidant look.

"Because, Alturo." She stopped within arm's reach, lips pursing.

"I'm unforgettable."

Those 'usual' actions were nothing to him, impassively seen. Arturo lowered his arms, not so matchingly foolish to be vulnerable to attack when she came so close to him. His lip curled up, a quick laugh to scoff at her words.

"Then you have truly deluded yourself, for there is nothing of you that I could ever feel worth remembering."

"Oh, now that's not nice."

Fingers traced over the spike of her bone mask remnant, down the front of her dress until the fabric pressed in over the hole in her chest.

"Still going to call me a Hollow, though?"

These words and antics of hers were different then he knew, but Arturo held his head high and stared down at her, his power held as above hers, his status better. "When you have shown no power otherwise?"

Arturo raised his hand, black crackling along it as his smiled that the cold sadism of his kind. "No, you are a mere Hollow. Serve me, if you like, but you will not be my equal."

"Serve you?" Her voice dripped poison and disdain, lips twisting down into a sneer of her own. Cirucci Thunderwitch had always acted above her station, even when she had held a station of respect.

"I think not." Her body remained where it was, taut, but her arm snapped, the whip followed, Golondrina screaming as she directed it towards the other Arrancar.

It was not expected, that she would grow so foolish as to attack. Arturo had been watching her to know when to strike down the pest that buzzed at him with meaningless words of nostalgia, of memories he did not possess.

Arturo jerked his body aside, a motion to start the momentum that lead into sonido to evade. His appearance flickered a moment, the naked eye unable to track it until it slowed again some ten feet to the side as he let his arm fall with a single strike of bala.

Bala? He underestimated her that much? What a fucking pain.

Her wrist flicked, followed him behind the air's reverb of a sonido, catching up when he slowed. But she jerked it back, had to, because her svelte form twisted, flipped head over heels back from the reiatsu attack, her own fired in return to force him to move, her own eyes waiting to follow his motion and direct her blade after him.

This creature could move, Arturo acknowledged that. And though he could move, he faced her second attack, crossing his arms before him to gather his reiatsu in a wall of force. The bright hue of green darkened to a different colour palette, the artist's brush one of destruction in this show of power.

"Hah, come now! Offer me power if you wish to be considered anything more than a songbird!" Arturo laughed, the bala exploding against his force, stirring but the dust and a few stray hairs that he brushed aside. The taint upon his own wings continued as he stirred up the summoning of power that he could unleash in a cero beyond a Hollow's means.

"Oh, don't worry~" Cirucci called back, engaging into sonido to blast forward at the Arrancar before her, Golondrina whipping out before her to slam in to his barrier before she did, aiming to bowl him out of the way with her own reaitsu gathered about her body, the squeel of the blade's rotation reaching him ahead of her own body.

An unsightly disruption. Arturo had time to note that with a sneer before the overreaching Hollow broke past the wall of his reiatsu and broke the concentration of power with her invasive existence. He refused to budge despite it, raising his arm to deflect her pitiable vision of a weapon -- one that bit hard, he noted as pain shot through his wrist and arm -- and reaching with his other hand to grab for her body and keep the screeching songbird from flitting away.

"Enough! Power you claim, but you deliver nothing!" he growled.

"Lying in the middle of a battle, Arturo?!" Her voice took on that near manic screech when in the middle of movement and fight, high pitched and sharp.

"It's unbecoming!" Her lips twisted up when he grabbed hold of her, the blade in her hands beginning to disappear, having forced him close, with that grip on her, her other hand grasping his arm to prevent being hurled away as she forced a blade release in to close quarters.

"KAKKIRE!"

The form shifted, the songbird mutating at the sharp command. Arturo sneered at the burst of reiatsu that fed into the air, funneled into her spiteful form. "And this is it?" he scoffed, pulling hard on his arm -- were she to let go, he could use sonido to escape the mutation of limbs that could harm him; were she to cling hard, it would be but one step in their deadly dance.

Green wings darkened, the taint of power deepened as his arrogance shifted to anger, the emotion that fed Hollows and those superior to them. It fed the Arrancar and the sneer twisted, a sadism clear in his yes as his own reiatsu built in ignorance to physical threats. Were she but to be obliterated in this, with a cero placed so close, then he need not concern himself with the likes of her changing power.

Oh, she had to let go of him, then, the formed wings beating back as they hurtled her away from the stronger Arrancar, tail whipping before her with the backdraft.

"You'll see~!" She taunted, even as she repelled, the blades on her wings detaching with a metal screech to blast towards him.

Arturo felt the air grow heavy with the power that continued to grow even as she flit back with a twitch of wings and blades. Imperfect though it was -- unfinished, a blemish compared to its full power -- it still broke the air with a nigh audible snap as he released his grip upon it, sending the force exploding outwards to counter her.

He did not evade what did not deflect, unflinching at the blades that passed near him, even those which cut slight into his skin. They were nothing to him, as this show of power; nothing broke his expression. Not the pain, not the thought that she possessed more than he scoffed, though not enough to destroy him.

"I see naught but a bird, screeching and beating her wings at the cat!"

"Oh, don't be such a bitch." Cirucci tched, wings veering down abruptly as she dropped, a huge whoosh of displaced air, before she hit the ground, metal screaming to avoid his cero, quicker balas of her own thrown at him if only to force distraction as she moved again, misplaced sound, this time, sonido, moving to get behind him, tail snapping open and a cero of her own charging in it's maw.

"And don't continue to forget Cirucci Thunderwitch." Her blades returned to her wings, further metallic squeals, and she shot them off again, followed by the whistling of her talons.

This could continue, with the slow flood of blood dulling the edge of his powers and perception, but his patience was not in this fight. Centuries of being forced to wait left it a dry taste to consider holding himelf too long.

Arturo snapped an arm out, taking the force of a bala against his palm with a bracing of reiatsu. His heels dug back against the force, ground turning beneath him as he launched forward to escape the centre of her attacks, twisting in the air to face Cirucci as black lightning laced over his arm and cut through the air. It crackled a few times before a final snap as it disappeared, designed to reappear and encircle her if she but remained there to trigger the trap.

"Forget something that could not bear remembrance? Hah! I could know nothing so pathetic and preaching in the times I have known! Cease this speaking of such foolish aires!"

"Cease being a stupid dick." She rolled her eyes, but her heart, in the figurative sense, wasn't in this fight. Her miffed pride was in it, yes, but she knew the outcome already, and slowly she regained control over her self, reigning back in time to feel the lightning arc around her, immobilizing.

"... That counts as being a dick." Spat, struggling, but held fast.

Arturo crossed his arms, lips turned up in a cruel smile as the trap caught and held the little songbird, but his amusement faded in but a handful of seconds. "Desist with this suicidal obsession and you may live, Thunderwitch," he warned in cold tones, turning from her.

That trick of lightning would not last, but his desire to destroy her lay even with his desire to simply leave something so desperate to despise itself, to not give it a satisfaction of defeat. Arturo chose to begin walking, the darkness of the green-hued wings lessening its taint as he let conscious seals take their place once more.

[ooc; honestly, he prolly would get only a few steps before it broke completely, treat as you like~?]

"Tch," Cirucci smirked, struggling subtly, until the lightning broke a few steps of his later. She scoffed, tossing tail and wings, hair and feathers.

"Don't forget, Alturo." She warned.

[ooc; orz Cirucci, I feel like a heel for him not remembering you, b-but... log done?]

[ooc; all done~]

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